West Virginia Democrat. [volume] (Charles Town, W. Va.) 1885-1890, 1887-12-02

Tor integrity, sOoriely auu every
good quality that goes to make
perfect man. We furnished some
of the flowers to decorate the church
for the occasion, and we are yet
throwing old shoes in the direction
of Connecticut, now their happy
home. to make the assurance of
their felicity doubly certain. May
God bless them!
We were glad to learn, a few days
ago, that a young gentleman of this
place was fortunate enough to draw
q prize of large amountin one Of the
many lotteries. We have not ascer-
tanned the extent of his good luck,
but we know that it is not greater
than he deserves. He was a favor.
tie pupil of ours, and the kind wish
es we formed for him in the school
room still remain, and we feel hap
DIV at his success. We attended the
last fair that was held at historic
Donnybrook, and as it was our first
visit to that classic little stream and
it was noised about that 1t was the
last chance to attend the festive
scene, it being then proposed to sup
press the fair, we invested in every
comicality of the occasion. We pur-
chased lottery ticket and drew a
pair of tin trimmed nose glasses, the
very thing we needed the least
thanks to Providence. The Dublin
Jackeen that presided at the draw
ing noticed the generous develop
ment of our facial bowsprit and
slammed the spectacles on our nose
with a violence that drew tears from
our eyes and assured us that they
fitted like panniers on a donkey.
We have tried our luck many times
since, but never prize did we draw,
although we have had, in our day,
any number of SURPRISES.
Last evening we had, for the first
time, pleasant chat with the genial
S. d. Hirschman, SO well and favor
ably known in Charlestown. He has
branch of his business here in
charge of Mr.. George Fossett, our
late postmaster, and we are glad to
know that the high character of
those gentlemen is securing pro-
fitable business. Mr.. Hirschman is
a progressive man, and we hail his
advent among us as another evidence
of the better fortune in store for
Harper's Ferry.
On Sunday night Mr.. Philip
Trail, of this place, died very sud
denly of heart disease, at the age of
fifty years. He was genial, whole
souled man, whose entire life was
devoted to acts of disinterested kind
ness, and old and young experience
in his death painful loss which
we might more properly call be-
reavement, for all will miss the obi
ging and sympathetic, though I'M
demonstrative neighhor, which our
old friend and old friends son was
the unanimous voice of this commu-
mtg. If an iLoffensive life and
heart full of kindly impulses have
ever secured eternal rest to any one.
Phil Trail is now, undoubtedly, in
the company of the Saints.
Here we have TO pause, for we
hear our better half calling us to
our Thanksgiving dinner, and we
bless God that we have something
passable to eat, which we know and
everybody in town knows was not
spoiled in the cooking. We have
an appetite for our meal and a good
meal for our appetite-the grub is
paid for and we have credit for the
next dinner. Under all these cir
cumstances we are happy and, not
withstanding our humble estate, we
look with strong hope to the future,
and, though we may be disappoint-
ed, we will take the Irishmans adj
vice and not bid the Devil good
morning till we meet him. Y. X.